Hell's Consort

Chapter 817 - Harp

Newest Chapter of Highest Tier (December 2021)

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Vampire King Apollyon

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Oblivious about what was happening around her, Luna's gaze followed him when he erased the distance between them.

Apollyon watched as her entire muscles had loosened as if the warm bath was immediate pain relief.

Luna seemed more active in the tub as she moved her legs and squatted her bum at the bottom.

Also,? Her large form was less encumbered.

"Feeling good?" A slow smile built on his lips as she combed her fingers through her short silver hair. The look suited her, making her sharp and exotic features stand out—especially her arched brows, large green eyes tilted at the corners and her slightly rounded face.

"Perfect then."? His palms settled lightly on her big bump as if it was his personal property. Well, she and the child did belong to him, though. "Are you comfortable in the water?"

He scanned her fuller breasts,? rounder hips and voluptuous figure with appreciation. "Nothing hurt, right?"

He didn't care if she thought he was asking too many questions.

Apollyon just wanted her to let her enjoy being pampered.

She peered at his erection boldly, unbothered by the other female gazes fixed on his broad shoulders and abdominal muscles as they continued with their work diligently.

"Mm-mm." Yawning, Luna stretched her arms in the air, which unconsciously brought his gaze back to her breasts."I am so comfortable that I might consider falling asleep here." Without warning, she dropped her hands into the water, creating this splash that made some of the birth attendants squeal.

It seemed like his wife was determined to be a troublemaker.

So, the tables had turned.

Tilting her head to the side, Luna leaned her temple against the rim and fluttered her eyelashes. "What do you think, husband?"

"Don't." He lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "Or I shall punish your personally."

"I see my husband had gotten strict when he couldn't get what he wanted." As she gave him a casual glance, Luna cupped her breasts in front of him with her hands and gave him a small smile. "Now, the maidservants wouldn't have to fear about me, throwing a temper tantrum and forcing me into one of these baths? that I used to hate before I drank your blood. I'm happy? that you're here to watch over me."

Apollyon smirked. 'My presence always makes things interesting to you, wasn't it?'

He felt the babies kick twice underneath his palm.

To his surprise, Apollyon abruptly lifted his hand just in case he was hurting the baby with his palm pressed against it.

Both of them were startled at how these babies moved and did somersaults inside his wife's stomach.

It was an incredible moment.

They shared a smile as he lost himself in her eyes, oblivious to the sight and sound outside of them.

"Care to join me, husband?"? Luna reached out, and her wet fingers caressed his jawline.

"Don't drive me insane, beloved,? if you still want that lovely walk in the snow." He murmured, but her shining emerald eyes never lost their sparkle. "Ten minutes, remember?"

The maidservants began to light aromatic candles, and Apollyon called for a talented Fae to play music near them.

The pure, bell-like sounds produced by dexterous fingers rapidly sliding on the adjacent strings of the harp resonated in the royal bed-chamber.

Birth attendants poured a small bag of salt crystals on the bathwater and dissolved for fifteen minutes.

These ladies claimed that it would help the Lady of the Manor ease her sore muscles.

No essential oils and herbs were included in the bath except for the pink and red rose petals. Apollyon trusted the women' s decision.

The instant these reliable women stepped foot in? Hazelnut Manor, he had interrogated the birth attendants Queen Morgan had sent for almost an hour.

They didn't cower while he cross-examined their knowledge.

Not even once.

If they were irritated with him, they never showed it in their faces.

Maybe, they thought that Apollyon was too overprotective and controlling with every bit of detail his wife had to deal with during her pregnancy, but these ladies answered his questions with grace and expertise.

"I love you so much, husband." Luna slightly parted her legs, and Apollyon glanced down at the delicate flesh between her shapely thighs. "—but I want the birth attendants gone for a few minutes…but I guess it depends?"

"No. It's their job to monitor you during the bath." He replied sternly without removing his gaze away from that pinkish spot.

Apollyon was well-aware of his heartbeat, and his fingers ached with the need to touch.

Would the wetness in her quim gush even more if he f*cked her with his tongue after this?

'—I told you I want to put you in my mouth.'

Taken aback, he coughed at the thought she sent on their mind link.

In an instant, Apollyon's face became hot that he covered his nose and mouth so as not to make the blush evident in front of these strangers.

God's blood!

Why was his wife teasing her this time with that innocent look on her face as if she desired to see the wild animalistic desire in him?

Honestly, he can make her wet dreams come true, but it just felt strange to have sexual congress with a wife that was about to give birth.

What if he accidentally hurt the baby and caused a miscarriage?

Then, Luna's remaining life might end on short notice.

Flustered into silence as the rising sexual tension made the atmosphere even more heated, Apollyon asked one birth attendant for the soft sponge she had in her hand so that he could wash Luna's arm with it instead of her.

The blond, short-haired fae opened and closed her mouth, unsure of what she was going to say, but she left it at that and let Apollyon do what he intended with his wife.

He rinsed her short silver hair with adequate warm rose water before he began scrubbing the sponge on the expanse of her skin.

"Tell me if something is uncomfortable for you."

Apollyon dipped the sponge into the water and brushed it lightly against her clitoris.